I got three sisters, four brothers
And money I'm down to my last stone
Man, ain't this enough?
Everybody in Queens
About this ill situation
That us blacks is in
We're havin' fight after fight
I got the whole family on my back
Know I'm sayin'
Now how strong can a nigga be
Shout out to grandpa, you know what I'm sayin'
Police line us up on the concrete
And there was nobody happy
Field jackets, and hats coverin' the eyes
My music's too loud
I'm growing up in the ghetto
But that's the life that I live understands me
Now everyday I need ends
My man Ralou's brother, little Deven
Ya never hear it on the 6:00 news
He put the gun to his own head
If you don't dig how I live
Shout out to grandpa kelly
Ayo my lifestyle is rough
You know the lost boyz got
Doin' stick ups and shit
I'm thinkin' up a way that I can get some dough
The homeless keep warm by settin' fire to a trash can
But I got the 411 on the ghetto
(What you do?)
(Pick em up)
It's time we build a better nation
That I don't wanna take her out
You give it all to your bullshit skills G
Run the street with that steel pack
'Cuz everyday on the street
Everybody uptown
I got clothes on the floor
It's wack
Yea, I said, Marky Mark
And always see wrong
Thinkin' up shit to do
Pants hangin', talkin' slang kid and all that
I never saw you in the park
Gettin' bullshit ass money
It's gettin' harder day after day
Now people look at me
St. Ides is my best friend
But yo we tryin' ta live it like love, peace and happiness
Motherfuck them police
It's bad enough that Po-Nine tried ta can me
Tune into channel zero
What niggas is really goin through ya understand?
And in my closet lays an AK
I never seen you in the projects or black
Smoke the looseys
When my niggas get killed in the street over tennis shoes
Pa's is broke
What if that was your breed was you murderin' clown?
But they ain't ready for the planet
I live in Queens, New York
But he don't even understand it
All I do is eat and sleep
Ma, you're workin' on my last vein
I'm tryin' ta be strong
Frontin' like the buddarist punk
And the white man's got the key
Everybody in the Bronx
Tune into channel zero
Somebody got ta pay
Ya know I'm sayin', Freaky Taliq's moms, rest in peace
The new [unverified] is found dead
Ya never wons no Grammy
And comes home the next night
Bustin' at niggas, murderin' niggas
Smoke a blunt let's start to talk
Tune into channel zero
Everybody in Brooklyn
And my head is mad nappy and
Because I leave when it's bright
It's hard enough for us blacks to earn cash man
The black man is gettin' beat
Ya whites gave Elvis a stamp
Plus when he killed the girl
With timbs and jeans
Let y'all niggas know that I understand
I twist a cap with my niggas
You know I'm sayin', word up
Tune into channel zero
A white boy actin' black, that shit kills me
Marky Mark be talkin' that slang
Now how can I explain
Tune into channel zero
I'm fresh outta nerves
My mom dukes is always bangin' on my door
Some whites talk about peace [unverified]
She doesn't understand
But listen, that's how it is
New [unverified] my nigga weed
Everybody wanna live the ill life, know I'm sayin'
But that's stuck in my brain
But yet this record shit is so slow
When the blacks is locked down
Everybody in the world
Everybody in the world
Motherfucka [unverified]
Motherfuckin' down to they last cent
A new problem everyday
I'm cruisin' in the fast lane
No calls comin' in on my phone
But yet I gots no hero
Man I'm tryin' ta blow
